Dead heart

I succeed in feeling the sighs,
to see the endless one,
I remember my future,
I imagine my past,
through a tunnel that only downfall has given.

I have spent a lot of time thinking,
To imagine, to believe,
having the certainty
to love how come before,
but he was approaching only the inevitable one.

As you can foresee,
as you can know this,
what you can do
it is to attend unarmed the inevitable one
the racing fury that is about to bring you street

Me now hate my past,
what gave me the joy
it now destroys me.
You now knew about loving, but hate
It is so easy to pass from an extreme to the other.

To believe makes you hope,
but not to believe means always to know.
But am I able he anchors to love?

I would like to love,

bitter my hate,

to hate my hate,

you are my hate!!